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Friday, April 5, 2013

I guess y'all who are coming 'round to read my blog have figured out it's gone through a change of theme. When I began writing, I thought I would titillate you with my exciting and
varied personal experiences with new people as I set off on my trek
to find the wild, crazy, adventurous woman I used to be/thought I was.
Apparently, my alter personality, Lizzie, was talking loudly, acting
boldly about 6.5 years ago and now my other alter, Martha, along with
the assistance of a daily dose of Effexor, has beaten her into
submission. After all, Lizzie and Martha live inside the brain and body
of me - nitebyrd, now affectionately known as Zombie Grand.

When I first began to blog, aag (Always Aroused Girl) was my main
inspiration along with Lady In Red,Ronjazz, Fat Controller, Rupert,
Eve In Chains, and Pixie Pie. They are all gone now. FC does post now
and again, though. I also read Southern Sage, Riff Dog and Spiky,
regularly. Sadly, they are no longer around because they were "outed"
to loved ones that didn't know about their blogs. Trolls are the
internets version of bullies. Trolls are worse though, because they're
anonymous. All of my former favorites were primarily sexual in content
but not completely. While reading and learning about and/or from others
sexy lives is great, knowing the about the whole person (not just their
sex organs) via their writing is even better. I realized that when I
began reading blogs like Vent, Forks Off At The Moment, Everything and
Nothing, It's On Random and Mary Says. I started to branch out in the
blog world more and more after a very ugly incident a few years
ago because one so-called "sex blogger" got into a dick measuring
contest with another. He was very pissed-off when he found out he didn't
measure up to the guy he was calling out. The thing was a debacle that
soured my view of that type of blogging. I figured out, you can't just watch
one movie, you can't just eat spaghetti, you can't just listen to
Nickelback (or can you?), you can't just have sex 24/7 and you can't
just read sex blogs. Well, I guess you can if you want to be sorta restrictive in your view of things.

About a year ago, I was going through a terribly difficult time
mentally and emotionally. The problems that I'd experienced since 2005
seemed to be growing uncontrollably. I wasn't coping with anything.
After finally visiting my doctor and getting my
antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication upped, I began to feel better.
Better in that while I had more mental clarity, I lost all
emotions/feelings. Now, I'm not telling you this for sympathy. I don't
need it, really. Being able to THINK and concentrate for more than a
nano-second is way more important to me than having normal feelings
and/or emotions. My stoic Scotch heritage gifted me with weak emotions
to begin with so I'm not missing too much. And my ability to "fake it"
comes in handy to those that don't know me. I can deal with being a
zombie.Trust me, I truly can. I've written about this before so I'm not going into great detail. Y'all who commented got it!

While I'm okay with my total lack of feelings and those that I'm
close to either don't know or don't care, I don't want to have to
explain it or "fake it" (because "faking it" is really exhausting. I can
only do it for short periods of time) to any one new. I also don't
think it's fair to become involved with people that want/need more from
me than I can give. Others don't share my zombie-dom and I cannot in
good conscious expect them to. Although I divorced Mulder a few years
ago, we still live together. We've known each other for over 40 years.
He knows what is wrong with me, he mostly can deal with it and that's
okay. I know him, my routine is pretty much set and that's a good deal
for an automaton like me. It ain't perfect but then what is?

From childhood, I learned how to entertain myself. I don't mind
being alone (but never am!). With Martha and a subdued Lizzie knocking
around in my head, it's almost like having a tea party everyday. I like
to craft, sew and have recently started stitching again. I tried
crochet 'cause I love that Amigurumi stuff but lemme tell you, zombies
are crap at crocheting! I also now have my son, his girlfriend and my
grandson living with us. For how long, I don't know but it is what it
is and I enjoy the hell out of seeing my son get payback. I also enjoy
(who knew?) having a baby around and watching Mulder get all grandpa
goofy around the kid. I've had people tell me that Mulder and I are
crazy for having them live with us (shut the fuck up!) and others say
that that's how families lived years ago (thank you, President Obama for
sending the middle-class back 70 years!). I don't care what other
people think, it's my choice, my life. We, me and my family, are doing
what we can, all we can to survive. I'm sure most of you understand that
perfectly!

This is basically my way of saying, since there isn't sex or sexy
things in my life, there won't be any in my blog. The affiliate
programs for most toy companies have changed and I certainly don't need
any more sex toys. I've got a box of 'em and I can't think of anything
"crafty" to do with them. I won't be doing reviews anymore. I may or
may not take them all off my side bar. I might try to promote some baby
stuff that'll help grandparents or some craft and stitching things.
There's a few Etsy shops I'd like to review. I'd also like to show y'all
some of the stuff I'm making. My daughter and I took a glass blowing
class, went to a painting class and a ceramics painting thing. Stuff
like this is good for me - keeps my mind off other things that I don't
really want to think about. I'm going to write about things that
interest me, things that I think are funny, beautiful, thought
provoking, stupid, weird - whatever. I'll be updating my blog-roll and
pages, soon. I won't stop swearing and going off on tangents. I'm not
going to start looking for Jesus or any other saviour. I'm still going
to rant when necessary. I'm still going to love, no LOVE Nickelback. And
I'm still going to be coming to the blogs I enjoy. While there won't be any wild crazy monkey sex posts, I will be posting about the day to day life of a zombie - could prove interesting, ya think?

Will you still come to read? I hope most of you will and I also
hope new readers will come by. For those of you that won't - I
understand. I do want to thank each and every one of you again, for
reading my blog and leaving comments even when I had fallen in the abyss
or was too busy to respond. YOU honor me by becoming a part of my life
and by allowing me to become part of yours.

16
blew out from under the bed:

I freakin' LOVED this post and BRAVA to you for sharing yourself so openly and honestly. Ya see, THAT'S what I have ALWAYS loved about you. Your honesty.

And I applaud you for having the courage to change your blog. I mean after all, that's what a blog is supposed to do. CHANGE as YOU change. My blog has certainly changed over the past 6 years, and I wouldn't have it any other way. And there are even more changes ahead for me. If people don't like what I share as I change, well then so be it!

But I'm blessed because I still blog with so many loyal people who have stuck by me and continue to read. And I them.

I was on anti-depressants for only a short time, but emotionally, they flat-lined me. I'm not sure that they (emotions) ever really returned. It was as if the anti-depressants flipped off a bank of switches, and never turned them back on...

I became very dislousioned with sex bloggers quite a while back myself. It seemed like the good ones had to up and leave, while the ones that sucked stuck around like roaches after a nuclear holocaust.

Please write what you want. Write FOR you and from your heart. That's all I ever came to read.

Zombie Grand, love that!! YES, I'm still here. Changes are GOOD! Your grand little man is awesome. More pics of him will be totally fine. *squee* Or whatever you care to post about. You write well, you rant beautifully. I remember a couple of those bloggers you mentioned, and others. I made the rounds for a little while under a different blog and name as you may recall. It was fun, something I needed to do at the time, but never made real connections with anyone like I have on my main blog. How nice of you to mention it. xo

We had our daughter/hub/son live with us for a little while too when the wee preemie was born. Sure it was cramped in our little house but it was an amazing time that we're all grateful for. He's almost 6 now. What? The time goes so fast.

Look at the support!Women, You shine, whatever you are writing about.and who cares whether it's the sticky or slippery argument? rope or handcuffs? I saw an angel once with an anal probe, what does that mean? I will be one of your adoring readers always, or until Obama hits the kill switch he HAS to have on the internet..XXX you are the very best!~s~ ( since google is being a bitch again.

nitebyrd~ hey sexy lady, for what everyou write Iknow it's good. I've had my ups n downs and yes I too have been pill popping...emotions? I have no idea what they are any more... but I have changed also and for the better me thinks! I love you and your blog...alas I am busy in life these days and rarely have time to read you let alone write... you have fans mydear and I have always been yours. ;-*

Regardless of what you post...I will always be around. My issue...and nobody else's is that the Bat keeps me busy from time to time and I have to put blogging to the wayside...but I will always come back.

I made the mistake of quitting blogging once. I will never make that mistake again.

Bless you, Nitebyrd <3 I've never been called an inspiration before. I must confess to being verry irregular over the last year or so, so much else has been happening, but rest assured I am alive and kicking and still enjoying fantastic sex with Mrs. Controller. I may even start writing about it Again!

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This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.
~Paula Cole